To a Watercolor Teacher Leaving Soon

This is a poem that I wrote to commemorate a great experience that I had taking a watercolor painting class from a wonderful teacher named Fred Graff. We had an intense four-day workshop with him in Mt. Dora, Florida, a beautiful quaint town north of Orlando. It is quite an art community. This poem is a parody or takeoff on A. E. Housman's "To An Athlete Dying Young." You may remember Meryl Streep reciting this poem at the end of "Out of Africa" when Robert Redford's character died. I changed some words, ideas and rhymes to fit the occasion of our workshop, but I think it works pretty well for the occasion.

(with apologies to A.E. Housman)

The week you came for us to meet,
We cheered you down Mt. Dora's Street.
Guys and gals stood list’ning by,
As art you brought us on the fly.

And now, as vanished are our days
Our glasses shoulder-high we raise,
And send you off to your next town,
To add more praise to your renown.

Smart man, to slip betimes away
From all of us this wistful day:
"Cause slowly as the vignette winds,
It dwindles quickly from our minds.

Eyes that long for truth in art,
Can hardly bear to see you part.
Our questions louder sound than fears:
Our ignorance must hurt your ears.

Now you will never see the deed
Of folks that gave your words such heed --
Painters whom renown might score,
And Fred, you opened the door.

So, go, before your echoes fade,
And other artist's brains invade.
And hold the lofty two-inch brush,
And warn against creative rush.

As round that spattered easel grand
We flock to gaze and understand.
And find untarnished there to dwell
Abstract realism done so well.